Jerod was about to shift to a better listening position when the hole was blown clean through the spot he was about to move to, roughly two feet to his side. Oh, great, he nearly lost bowel control because of that. Few years prior, he would have lost bowel control because of that. The lad had a way for words though, he decided, even if she was now storming off in an absent minded way, not even realizing how close she had gotten to torching the swordsman leaning and eavesdropping. Well, that was fascinating, if a bit life threatening, Jerod decided, and he figured he might as well see how badly the lad had soiled himself now that he was safe. Giving it a few moments, Jerod walked into the tent after doing the equilivant of knocking, as best he could at any rate.

"Well lad, figured I'd come and check on ye, see if yer in one piece or not still. Saw the 'ole ye got goin there, figure it ain't just decorative?" It was the closest Jerod had come to being diplomatic or at least nice towards the Champion that wasn't in a blatently mocking way. He knew most of what the lad had done already, having been listening in and forming his own theories and opinions, but that hardly meant he was going to let on that he was. Still, nearly getting killed unintentionally was startling, which might be unconsciously showing. But, worse comes to worse, he could easily justify himself to the lad. Not that he needed to, really. He could though, and that was that. Although he would most certainly be giving the lad a hard time for his interest in the dark mage. He might even bring that grandmaster in on it, he seemed to know a fair bit about the lad.